|Children and map of Great Lakes|
I love her, and I will keep on with the lists- she needs socks with rubber on the bottom, new runners with Velcro, I need to talk to the psych and the social worker and the nurse and and and, but within me I say, for Mum:
MY God, my God, look upon me; why hast thou forsaken me : and art so far from my health, and from the words of my complaint?
2 O my God, I cry in the day-time, but thou hearest not : and in the night-season also I take no rest....
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint : my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my gums : and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.